Tidbits of Love

A/N: I’m not entirely sure why I did this, but I was re-reading a Buffy/HP crossover fic of mine (you can access it on fanfiction.net if you want to read it. It’s called Hell Hath No Fury.) and it’s sequel, and I realized that I had some good H/Hr moments. So, here they are, for your viewing pleasure. There’s only a few and they’re short, but I like them :)

 

Disclaimer: As always, I am neither JK Rowling nor anyone else that has anything to do with Harry Potter…damnit…

 

~* Tidbits of Love *~

 

Scene One: Background Information – Hermione brought up Harry’s “problems” with Dementors in his third year in an attempt to keep him from facing a boggart during a Halloween Ball. Harry is upset with her. This is the scene that follows…

 

She knew he was angry. She just knew it. She just didn’t know why.

 

After the scene outside of the classroom, Harry hadn’t come back to the Great Hall. Nobody knew where he was, but a few people said they saw him heading towards the Astronomy tower.

 

So that’s where Hermione headed.

 

And sure enough, there he was, staring out the window.

 

“Harry?”

 

No answer.

 

“Harry, are you mad at me?”

 

Silence, before, “Why did you have to bring up that whole thing with the Dementors?”

 

“Oh Christ Harry, is that what this is about? Your pride?”

 

Harry spun around. “You didn’t have to bring it up ‘Mione! Malfoy’s finally stopped talking about me fainting, and you had to go and dredge it up again!”

 

“Well you’re the fool who was going to go face a boggart which could very well turn into a Dementor! I was just looking out for you!”

 

“Looking out for me? Looking out for me?! Damnit Hermione, I can take care of myself!”

 

“Yeh and some bloody good job you’re doing of it! Do you think I like watching you put yourself in danger?  This isn’t about your pride Harry! It’s about – “

 

She never got to finish her sentence because Harry cut her off with kiss. Her eyes shot open and then shut again as she slid her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

 

When Harry finally pulled away, Hermione kept her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

 

“I’m sorry.” They both said together.

 

“For what?” Still together.

 

“You go – “Laughter. “Go first Harry.”

 

“I’m sorry for snapping at you. I shouldn’t have.”

 

“I’m sorry for brining up the whole Dementor thing.”

 

“I’m sorry for kissing you.”

 

Hermione just looked at him, shocked.

 

“What?”

 

“Harry Potter, that is one thing you never have to be sorry about.”

 

She initiated the kiss this time. She felt his hands go under the straps of her dress and she shivered.

 

“Am I interrupting something?”

 

‘Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…’ Hermione thought frantically.

 

It was Professor McGonagall.

 

“Explain yourselves.”

 

“Well, you see,” she said slowly, “Harry came up here because he was mad and I followed him because I wanted to know why and then we got into a fight and – yeah.”

 

“I see. Be that as it may, twenty points from Gryffindor for being in a place you weren’t supposed to be. And next time, save it for somewhere a little more private.”

 

They nodded.

 

“Get back to your Common Room.”

 

She smirked as they walked out blushing, but still holding hands.